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Hermes.
Thou gib'st as though I were a child, forsooth.
Prometheus.
And art thou not a child, and sillier too,
If thou art looking to learn aught from me? 1025 (1009)
There is no outrage, no device, by which
Zeus shall prevail with me to speak these things
Till these injurious bonds be slacked from me.
Now let the shrivelling flame at me be driven,
Let him, with flaky snowstorms and the crash 1030 (1014)
Of subterraneous thunders, into ruins
And wild confusion hurl and mingle all:
For nought of these will bend me that I speak
Who is fore-doomed to cast him from his throne.
Hermes.
Look well now if thou thus dost serve thyself. 1035 (1018)
Prometheus.
Long since have I considered and resolved.
Hermes.
Bring thyself, madman, bring thyself at last,
In face of these thy woes, to a right mind.
